The nothingness
is a somethingness
but filled only with itself
and thus empty.
The nothingness
is my companion
and so I am always lonely.
The nothingness
becomes
like a cool black wave
which is filled with more colour
than anything else
but still devoid of anything.
The nothingness
is clear grain liquor
which is almost undetectable
but one taste lays me on the ground
in a stupor.
The nothingness
is a something
intangible, untouchable
and so real.

03/15/2002

Author's Note: an explaination to Tissi

Posted on 03/15/2002
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